Stay of Executionhttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/
In which Scheherazade postpones the inevitable with tales of law and life....2008-07-09T21:08:38-04:00

Newsflashhttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2008/07/newsflash.html
I'm not blogging here anymore. (I'm not a sailing coach anymore, either, nor practicing law, in case you're really mixed up). But I am blogging, with my friend Megan, in a new spot. It's called Rhubarb Pie, and I hope you'll consider coming to read.<p>I'm not blogging here anymore.&nbsp; (I'm not a sailing coach anymore, either, nor practicing law, in case you're really mixed up).&nbsp; But I am blogging, with my friend <a href="http://www.fromthearchives.blogspot.com/">Megan</a>, in a new spot.&nbsp; It's called <a href="http://rhubarbpie.typepad.com/rhubarb/">Rhubarb Pie</a>, and I hope you'll consider coming to read.&nbsp; &nbsp;</p>Sherry2008-07-09T21:08:38-04:00What I'm Reading These Dayshttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2008/05/what-im-reading.html
I'm reading Full Fathom Five, by Mary Lee Coe Fowler. She's a terrific writer and also, coincidentally, my mom. I'm obviously not an objective reader, but I can say that I'm really digging the book. It's about my grandfather, a man I never knew. My mom never knew him, either -- he was a submarine captain, and he died at sea before my mother was born. Her mother, my grandmother, remarried quickly and tried to move on, urging her children to do the same. So for most of my mom's life, she obeyed, and didn't ask questions about her father....<p>I'm reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Full-Fathom-Five-Daughters-Search/dp/0817316116/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1211381054&amp;sr=8-1">Full Fathom Five</a>, by <a href="http://mlcoe.typepad.com/">Mary Lee Coe Fowler</a>.&nbsp; She's a terrific writer and also, coincidentally, my mom.&nbsp; </p>
<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=240,height=360,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://www.amazon.com/Full-Fathom-Five-Daughters-Search/dp/0817316116/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1211381054&amp;sr=8-1"><img width="100" height="150" border="0" src="http://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/images/2008/05/21/fffcover.jpg" title="Fffcover" alt="Fffcover" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" /></a>
</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>I'm obviously not an objective reader, but I can say that I'm really digging the book.&nbsp; It's about my grandfather, a man I never knew.&nbsp; My mom never knew him, either -- he was a submarine captain, and he died at sea before my mother was born.&nbsp; Her mother, my grandmother, remarried quickly and tried to move on, urging her children to do the same.&nbsp; So for most of my mom's life, she obeyed, and didn't ask questions about her father.&nbsp; For the first twenty-six years of my life I never thought about my grandfather.&nbsp; I didn't have any stories about him, and because nobody had ever talked about him, it didn't occur to me to be curious.&nbsp; </p>
<p>But my mom got curious about him about 9 years ago, and her curiosity started her digging into archives, learning about submarines, making friends with WWII veterans, and re-tracing the steps my grandfather took while he was alive.&nbsp; And she wrote this book, about him, and about what it was like for her to learn about and grieve a man she never got to know.&nbsp; </p>
<p>I'm struck by how thorough she has been in her research, and how brave.&nbsp; She's learned all kinds of things about submarines, about WWII, and, indeed about war itself.&nbsp; She's questioned her own biases (a pacifist, the process of war research forced her to reconsider her own notions about war, duty, and honor).&nbsp; She asks uncomfortable questions: was her parents' marriage a good one, was her father a gambler, did he take unnecessary risks with his mens' lives?&nbsp; She's assembled what seems like a pretty clear picture of a man, a life, and a time in history, from interviews and scrapbook excerpts, old letters and war accounts.&nbsp; It's her past she's discovering, and mine, and it's really compelling to realize that I did want to know about this, all along.&nbsp; I'm learning a lot about submarines and WWII history, and about its impact on family life in the years immediately following, and this is probably the most universally appealing and intellectually interesting part of the book from an objective point of view.&nbsp; But for me those are incidentals -- I'm reading to learn something way more personal.&nbsp; </p>
<p>I can see traits in myself that I probably inherited from this grandfather I never knew.&nbsp; I'm gregarious; I like to work a room; I'll strike up a conversation with a stranger without hesitation.&nbsp; It isn't learned behavior.&nbsp; My parents are friendly but introverted.&nbsp; They'd just as soon stay home and read, or, if they go out, sit at a corner table with good friends.&nbsp; I've wondered over the years where my urge to reach out comes from.&nbsp; I think it's from Jim Coe.&nbsp; There's something really neat about getting a gift from someone who died 65 years ago.&nbsp; And of course my mother gave me this gift: she gave me a second grandfather, another one I can be proud of.&nbsp; I didn't know what I was missing.&nbsp; It turns out it was a lot.&nbsp; </p>Sherry2008-05-21T10:46:56-04:00What I've Learned From This Bloghttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/what_ive_learne.html
I wanted to sit down and write you a nice thoughtful post summing up carefully what I've learned from three years of playing with this medium. I wanted to write it both to give it to you and to figure out just what those things are, because the way I figure out what I know or what I believe is to write. Words come out and make clear what's gooey and confused inside. But today was instead spent on other things, things that took longer than I predicted. And I don't want to break more promises to you so instead...<p>I wanted to sit down and write you a nice thoughtful post summing up carefully what I've learned from three years of playing with this medium.&nbsp; I wanted to write it both to give it to you and to figure out just what those things are, because the way I figure out what I know or what I believe is to write.&nbsp; Words come out and make clear what's gooey and confused inside.&nbsp; </p>
<p>But today was instead spent on other things, things that took longer than I predicted.&nbsp; And I don't want to break more promises to you so instead of a dissertation about the interesting and scary and challenging and liberating possibilities of having a weblog, I'm going to tell you a story about my underpants.&nbsp; </p><p>In fifth grade I remember going to some kind of 'enrichment day' where
you could choose from a bunch of different little hour long sessions.
One of
them was about writing stories, taught by a real live writer.&nbsp; The
instructor asked all of us,
privately, to write down the most excruciating embarrassing thing that
had ever happened to us.&nbsp; He assured us we wouldn't have to share it with anybody else if we didn't want to.
And so we all wrote for 30 minutes or so, with big pencils in little blue composition books.&nbsp; </p>
<p>At that time, the
most excruciatingly embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me was
that at summer sailing class, my backpack had been in the corner and it
had come open, and a pair of my spare underpants had fallen out onto
the floor.&nbsp; And the camp &quot;cool kids&quot; had found my pair of underpants,
which were, mortifyingly, yellow underpants, and they threw them around
the room at each other, squealing and acting like my cotton yellow
underpants were the grossest things in the world, and speculating
loudly to one another and to the rest of us about whose underpants they were.&nbsp; I was a surprisingly shy girl
in the corner, trying to look nonchalant and invisible at the same
time, trying to laugh carelessly along with the cool kids so they wouldn't single me out for not laughing.&nbsp; It was awful, and I sat there
in my wet bathing suit hoping I wouldn't be publicly associated with
the underpants being thrown around the room, certain that I would be,
and knowing I had nothing dry to change into, and I would
have to ride my bike six miles home feeling wet and clammy and I would
have the double embarrassment of having the wet bathing suit seep
through my shorts so those very same mean kids might point at me and
say it looked like I had wet my pants.&nbsp; There in that fifth grade
enrichment class I wrote about this experience and I was blushing with
the hot shame and dread of it all as I wrote it down, even though I was bent over the desk writing in
the winter or maybe the spring, and the underpants fiasco had happened
to me way back in the summer time.&nbsp; And then we finished
and the instructor asked us all to stop and he did what I couldn't
believe anyone in the world would ever willingly do: he read his to us,
out loud.</p>
<p>
He actually read to the class his most embarrassing experience.&nbsp; </p>
<p>
And as I listened I squirmed, and I laughed, because his embarrassing
experience wasn't so bad.&nbsp; Certainly not as bad as having your yellow
underpants thrown around the junior yacht club room by the cool kids.
I could relate to his experience, and my heart opened to him a little
bit.&nbsp; He didn't seem quite like such a grown up, or rather, he still seemed like a grown-up but he also seemed a
lot more like me.&nbsp; Except he was braver than me.&nbsp; He could read out
loud, in front of a WHOLE ROOM of fifth graders, a story of the most humiliating excruciating embarrassing moment
of his life.&nbsp; And it didn't come out sounding humiliating at all.&nbsp; It
made me like him.&nbsp; </p>
<p>
I never knew how writing and sharing could transform your life
experience until that moment, and to tell you the truth until I sat
down to write this I guess I'd forgotten all about it -- I'd forgotten
the yellow underpants.&nbsp; I'd forgotten how when the instructor came around to us
after he'd read his story out loud I did something I never thought I'd be
able to do: I moved my hand to the side of my paper so he could read about how the
mean kids threw my underpants around the room while I sat in the corner
in my soggy bathing suit.&nbsp; And he said, &quot;This is really great -- this
is great stuff, this is exactly the kind of thing that you should write
about.&quot; </p>
<p>And I think I forgot that important lesson in my life and writing this blog has helped me remember it.&nbsp; People don't care about your shiny strong moments or the ways you're exactly like everybody else.&nbsp; They want to read the yellow underpants story, and there's something magical and mysterious that happens from telling it: you feel wobbly and shaky and like you'll be exposed as the gawky unloveable outsider that you are.&nbsp; You're certain that when you write it down and share it with the world everyone you know will be one of those cool kids who was holding the underpants between their thumb and forefinger, and they'll look at you and say, &quot;Eeeeew, those were yours?&quot;&nbsp; But instead what happens is that you tell the story and everyone else breathes a sigh of relief, because they were sitting there right beside you, in a wet bathing suit, and they're so glad not to be alone with that anymore.&nbsp; </p>
<p>I've learned more than this from the weblog, but you'll have to take me out to lunch someday to hear it, because NBT is about to take me out for a birthday dinner.&nbsp; </p>
<p>(And, as some of you guessed, I'm not able to bow out of blogging entirely.&nbsp; But I'm going to do something different with <a href="http://civpro.blogs.com/stay/">my new blog</a>.&nbsp; I'm using it to play with my camera, and to give me short writing exercises every day.&nbsp; I don't anticipate as many yellow-underpants moments over there as I've had here.&nbsp; We'll see how it develops... but if you choose to read it, please do so with fresh eyes.&nbsp; I'm ready to do something different over there.)</p>WeblogsSherry2006-12-21T19:17:40-05:00The Endhttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/im_leaving_you.html
I have been writing this blog since September 9, 2003. That's 1198 days, or 3 years, 3 months, and 11 days. It's more than 170 weeks. It's longer than the original Scheherazade entertained the Sultan and kept herself alive. Including this one, I have written 2665 posts. Most of those I've published, although a few are just drafts. You have left 9562 comments so far. Some of those are spam, and some stung me a little bit, but most of them made me laugh or made me think. We've had two birthday parties. We've played games. You've seen me happy...<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=150,height=222,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://civpro.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/arabianpic3.jpeg"><img width="100" height="148" border="0" src="http://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/images/arabianpic3.jpeg" title="Arabianpic3" alt="Arabianpic3" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" /></a>I have been writing this blog since September 9, 2003.&nbsp; That's 1198 days, or 3 years, 3 months, and 11 days.&nbsp; It's more than 170 weeks.&nbsp; It's longer than the original Scheherazade entertained the Sultan and kept herself alive.&nbsp; <br /> </p>
<p>Including this one, I have written 2665 posts.&nbsp; Most of those I've published, although a few are just drafts.</p>
<p>You have left 9562 comments so far.&nbsp; Some of those are spam, and some stung me a little bit, but most of them made me laugh or made me think.&nbsp; </p>
<p>We've had two birthday parties.&nbsp; We've played games.&nbsp; You've seen me happy and sad.&nbsp; You saw me as a lawyer and as a sailing coach.&nbsp; You were there when I crashed my car and when my dog lost her leg and when she died.&nbsp; You stepped in to help when my mast toppled, and that generosity and grace made me cry.&nbsp; You were there during food poisoning and heartbreak and sadness and still morning walks and rowdy parties and all kinds of things.&nbsp; You've talked about books and music with me, and we've talked about love and sadness and finding your path.&nbsp; Some of the things you've said to me, here in front of everyone or privately, by email, have made me gasp and my eyes water with your courage and your honesty.&nbsp; Thank you for that.&nbsp; Thanks for the friendly forgiving eyes with which you've witnessed my life.&nbsp; Thanks for keeping me company as I fumble along trying to figure out my way in the world. <br /> </p>
<p>I've made friends through this blog -- some of whom I've gotten to meet in person and many of whom I still hope to have a chance to meet.&nbsp; I've fallen in love with someone I met through this blog, bizarre as that still seems. </p>
<p>Tomorrow I'll turn 34, and I'll stop posting on this weblog.&nbsp; I have a present for you, but you have to wait until tomorrow to get it.&nbsp; </p>
WeblogsSherry2006-12-20T11:50:00-05:00Mid Thirtieshttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/mid_thirties.html
On Thursday I turn 34, and leave my early 30s behind forever. Mid thirties, here I come. Yikes. Mid 30s is the time of professional accomplishment, the earning years, family time. The time of exploration is over; now it's time to get done what it is you're supposed to do. It's a lot to live up to, the associations I have about this life stage. No more laughing, no more fun -- now it's time to Get Things Done. People in their mid thirties are Definitely Grown Ups. I was more grown up when I turned 30 than I am...<p>On Thursday I turn 34, and leave my early 30s behind forever.&nbsp; Mid thirties, here I come.&nbsp; Yikes.&nbsp; Mid 30s is the time of professional accomplishment, the earning years, family time.&nbsp; The time of exploration is over; now it's time to get done what it is you're supposed to do.&nbsp; It's a lot to live up to, the associations I have about this life stage.&nbsp; No more laughing, no more fun -- now it's time to Get Things Done.&nbsp; People in their mid thirties are Definitely Grown Ups.&nbsp; I was more grown up when I turned 30 than I am now -- rocketing along in my responsible professional career, a new home- and boat-owner, socking away savings.&nbsp; And I'm happier now, I think, although making sluggish and wobbly progress along a much less well-defined path.&nbsp; So it's hard for me to figure out what my path through the Mid 30s should look like. </p>
<p>Between this occasion (birthdays are always a time of self-reflection for me), and the end of the year with its inevitable assessment of 2006 and aspirations for 2007, and being here in a strange town with a new sweetie, I've been thinking a lot about what I want for the upcoming year.&nbsp; I'll blurt some of it out here. </p><p>1) Do less.&nbsp; I am mesmerized by possibility, and I like keeping options open, which means I don't choose very easily, and I'm always looking to expand things, to create new possibilities, to dream things up, to try things on.&nbsp; I don't think I'll ever lose this trait, and there are things about it that are good -- enthusiasm, imagination, flexibility.&nbsp; But it means I overbook myself and I don't acknowledge that I can't do everything I want to do, can't have meaningful friendships with everyone I would like being friends with.&nbsp; I don't admit how much I need downtime, because *up* time kind of dazzles me.&nbsp; I am often late because in my head I don't recognize the true amount of time a commute takes -- I refuse to acknowledge that those &quot;in between&quot; times are as real as the events they separate.&nbsp; I carry too many things out the door, always imagining that maybe I'll have a chance to read the paperback or finish the crossword or dash off a letter or maybe do a little sketch or go for a run before I come back, and it's never true, and instead I wobble out the door dropping things that I don't need, and my car is a mess and when I don't dash off a letter I feel a little tiny bit like I didn't use my time wisely.&nbsp; And it's just a bad habit of the way I look at the world.&nbsp; I don't acknowledge reality.&nbsp; I don't like to choose.&nbsp; I don't like to admit that I can't do everything.&nbsp; This is something I want to work on, because living this way isn't really as much fun as it seems like it.&nbsp; I know I can feel clearer, more spacious and focused about how I live.&nbsp; It means I will do less, with fewer people.&nbsp; I think I'm finally ready to do that. </p>
<p>2) Set clear, hard, attainable fitness goals that require me to learn new skills and go beyond my current fitness level.&nbsp; Do this with a friend.&nbsp; The times I've done this have been wonderfully rewarding.&nbsp; Right now I'm staying at a base level of fitness but I'm not making progress or training my body to do anything new.&nbsp; That's a pleasure I want back in my life.&nbsp; </p>
<p>3) Take care of things.&nbsp; This is related to doing less, I think.&nbsp; I am generally not that interested in physical objects, and I tend to be careless about them.&nbsp; I've always focused a lot more on people than on things, and I think there's a mental prejudice against materialism that makes me feel like attention to things should be avoided with a self-righteous averted gaze.&nbsp; The truth is that there's a satisfaction for me in stewardship that I don't acknowledge.&nbsp; I'd like to put more energy into it.&nbsp; I'd like to keep fixing up my house and my yard.&nbsp; I'd like to mend the buttons and the holes on the clothes I have stuffed in a bag, or else get rid of the bag entirely.&nbsp; This probably means having fewer things and cherishing what I have more.&nbsp; That seems like a good trade.&nbsp; </p>
<p>4) Go outside almost every day.&nbsp; Nothing makes me happier than time outdoors, the sun on my skin, noticing something about the way the air feels or the water smells or what birds or bugs or plants belong in a certain place.&nbsp; This is a pleasure that I have in my life now and that I want to make sure to keep paying attention to.&nbsp; Related to this is a sub goal: be on or around boats as much as possible.&nbsp; Boats are home for me: comfortable and yet endlessly interesting.&nbsp; </p>
<p>5) Set clear creative goals, akin to the fitness goals in number 2, and find a friend or friends to do them with.&nbsp; Learn new things.&nbsp; I know I can write, indeed that I need to to be happy and to understand my world, but I've not been ambitious about setting aspirations and training for them, about getting support and finding resources that will help me get there.&nbsp; I used to draw more, and when I did I loved it.&nbsp; I've begun playing with my digital camera and find I like that a lot more than I expected.&nbsp; Like #3, there's a pleasure in making things, in creating beauty in different forms, that I haven't fully admitted or explored.&nbsp; </p>
<p>There are more, but that's enough for now.&nbsp; </p>Personal / MiscSherry2006-12-19T13:00:55-05:00What I've Been Up Tohttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/what_ive_been_u.html
Among other things, this is what I've been up to: You'll be pleased to know it all turns out all right for Jane in the end.<p>Among other things, this is what I've been up to: <br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://civpro.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2006_xmas_276.jpg"><img width="300" height="225" border="0" src="http://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/images/2006_xmas_276.jpg" title="2006_xmas_276" alt="2006_xmas_276" /></a>
<br />You'll be pleased to know it all turns out all right for Jane in the end.<br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://civpro.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2006_xmas_277.jpg"><img width="100" height="75" border="0" src="http://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/images/2006_xmas_277.jpg" title="2006_xmas_277" alt="2006_xmas_277" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" /></a></p>BooksSherry2006-12-18T21:11:31-05:00An Incomplete List of Biases I havehttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/an_incomplete_l.html
Malcolm Gladwell's been writing about prejudice lately on his blog, and it got me thinking about my own biases. I have a bias against: left-handers PhDs. people with those grommets in their ears that stretch out their earlobes with big holes in the middle. women with huge blingy diamond rings people who have 'witty' bumper stickers on their cars women who wear headbands people who played baseball in college Jimmy Buffet fans libertarians In every case except the grommet ears and the witty bumper stickers, I've overcome my prejudices and have warm and respectful relationships with people who meet the...<p>Malcolm Gladwell's been writing about <a href="http://gladwell.typepad.com/gladwellcom/2006/12/bad_stereotypin.html">prejudice lately on his blog</a>, and it got me thinking about my own biases.&nbsp; I have a bias against: </p>
<ul><li>left-handers</li>
<li>PhDs.</li>
<li>people with those grommets in their ears that stretch out their earlobes with big holes in the middle. </li>
<li>women with huge blingy diamond rings</li>
<li>people who have 'witty' bumper stickers on their cars</li>
<li>women who wear headbands</li>
<li>people who played baseball in college</li>
<li>Jimmy Buffet fans</li>
<li>libertarians</li></ul>
<p>In every case except the grommet ears and the witty bumper stickers, I've overcome my prejudices and have warm and respectful relationships with people who meet the criteria above.&nbsp; Somehow that hasn't gotten rid of the bias, though.&nbsp; Maybe I should start looking for some bumper sticker and grommet ear friends, to open my mind a little bit more.</p>
<p>UPDATE: Also:</p>
<ul><li>vegans</li>
<li>people who sail Catalinas or Hunters</li></ul>Personal / MiscSherry2006-12-15T11:20:33-05:00Trimminghttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/trimming.html
We decorated the dogs last night, and also the tree.<p>We decorated the dogs last night, and also the tree. <a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://civpro.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2006_xmas_179.jpg"><img width="100" height="75" border="0" src="http://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/images/2006_xmas_179.jpg" title="2006_xmas_179" alt="2006_xmas_179" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" /></a><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=853,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://civpro.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2006_xmas_175.jpg"><img width="100" height="133" border="0" src="http://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/images/2006_xmas_175.jpg" title="2006_xmas_175" alt="2006_xmas_175" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" /></a><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://civpro.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2006_xmas_158.jpg"><img width="100" height="75" border="0" src="http://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/images/2006_xmas_158.jpg" title="2006_xmas_158" alt="2006_xmas_158" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" /></a></p>It's a dog's lifeSherry2006-12-14T13:00:49-05:00Ways Happy Couples Have Methttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/ways_happy_coup.html
Stepping over a chessboard at a party, he suggested a move over his shoulder and kept walking. "What an arrogant prick," she thought. Now, they're happily married. His dad was an employee at her company, and he asked her out at a company party. "Not my type," she thought. "Definitely not my type." But she decided there was no harm in going on one date, and it's been three years. Match.com. Who meets this way? Lots of people. A year long relationship, a four month breakup, and then a reconciliation and a wedding. I was much slower to forgive him...<p>Stepping over a chessboard at a party, he suggested a move over his shoulder and kept walking.&nbsp; &quot;What an arrogant prick,&quot; she thought.&nbsp; Now, they're happily married.</p>
<p>His dad was an employee at her company, and he asked her out at a company party.&nbsp; &quot;Not my type,&quot; she thought.&nbsp; &quot;Definitely not my type.&quot;&nbsp; But she decided there was no harm in going on one date, and it's been three years. </p>
<p>Match.com.&nbsp; Who meets this way?&nbsp; Lots of people.&nbsp; A year long relationship, a four month breakup, and then a reconciliation and a wedding.&nbsp; I was much slower to forgive him for the breakup period than she was, and gave him wary dirty looks for the first few months they were back together.&nbsp; </p>
<p>8 Minute Dating.&nbsp; When she proposed to him on a beach on New Year's morning, he told her he had to think about it.&nbsp; He went home and called his dad, asking for his grandmother's wedding ring.&nbsp; A few days later, he proposed to her, telling her how his grandparents had met at a &quot;mixer,&quot; just like they had.&nbsp; </p>
<p>There was a room for rent.&nbsp; She came to look at it, and they started talking.&nbsp; She didn't take the room, then, but now they are living together. </p>
<p>They were set up.&nbsp; He asked his friends if they knew anyone, and they gave him her number, and let her know he would be calling.&nbsp; They went out to dinner, and were surprised that it wasn't awkward at all.&nbsp; </p>
<p>She was with friends, having coffee before going to meet her dad, a Democratic Congressman.&nbsp; A handsome man who knew one of her friends came by to say hello, and they both noticed one another.&nbsp; She asked her friend afterwards: &quot;Was he really wearing a &quot;W&quot; hat?&nbsp; Did it stand for what I think it does?&quot;&nbsp; The friend confirmed it, but suggested they might have a lot in common anyway, and invited them both to her next party, where they sought one another out.</p>
<p>He was at a party.&nbsp; She had a boyfriend, but she sparkled when she talked to him.&nbsp; He asked the hostess about her, and learned that the boyfriend was on the way out.&nbsp; The next time he saw her, there was no boyfriend, and he drove her home after dinner.</p>
<p>There are more, but I'd like to hear yours.&nbsp; I'm still a little sheepish that our story is, &quot;She had a blog, and he read it.&quot;&nbsp; But I'm not sure there's any 'right' way to meet someone. </p>RelationshipsSherry2006-12-14T10:45:30-05:00You Could Do Worsehttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/you_could_do_wo.html
When doing your Christmas shopping, you could do worse than some handmade, funky gifts from Maine. I like the T-shirts at Milo (guess which one is my favorite) and the buttons and cards and plush dream pet toys at Ferdinand. I'm not usually a fan of scented things, but these balsam pillows make your underwear drawer smell piney and terrific. Or, if you order a Sea Bag, it might have been made with sails from a certain college sailing team that we all love to root for. You can get a bag from Portmanteau that you could use to carry...<p>When doing your Christmas shopping, you could do worse than some handmade, funky gifts from Maine.&nbsp; I like the T-shirts at <a href="http://www.miloinmaine.com/">Milo</a> (guess which one is my favorite) and the buttons and cards and plush dream pet toys at <a href="http://www.ferdinandhomestore.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=blogsection&amp;id=10&amp;Itemid=51">Ferdinand</a>.&nbsp; I'm not usually a fan of scented things, but <a href="http://www.balsamfircreations.com/cotbalfirpil.html">these balsam pillows</a> make your underwear drawer smell piney and terrific.&nbsp; Or, if you order a <a href="http://www.seabags.com/order/">Sea Bag</a>, it might have been made with sails from a certain college sailing team that we all love to root for.&nbsp; You can get a bag from <a href="http://www.portmanteauonline.com/CascoBay.html">Portmanteau</a> that you could use to carry a picnic to an island, and then use the bag to navigate your way home.&nbsp; <br /> </p>Personal / MiscSherry2006-12-13T15:06:30-05:00Questionhttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/question_3.html
What's the grooviest remedy or quasi-medical intervention that you've tried? Did it work? Mine: holographic repatterning. I think it did work, although all rational parts of me smirk when I say that. Also, something called 'myofascial release.' That worked, too. But the 'soul reader?' Didn't do anything for me.<p>What's the grooviest remedy or quasi-medical intervention that you've tried?&nbsp; Did it work?&nbsp; </p>
<p>Mine: holographic repatterning.&nbsp; I think it did work, although all rational parts of me smirk when I say that.&nbsp; Also, something called 'myofascial release.'&nbsp; That worked, too.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the 'soul reader?'&nbsp; Didn't do anything for me.&nbsp; <br /> </p>QuestionsSherry2006-12-13T13:26:16-05:00Stir The Pothttp://civpro.blogs.com/civil_procedure/2006/12/stir_the_pot.html
We were sitting at a long table at a brew pub, playing pub trivia. The fellow beside me jovial, bow-tied, changing his beer order each time the waitress came by to check on us. The fellow beside him baby-faced, quick with high fives, leaning across bow-tie-guy to talk to me. Turns out they grew up together, both sons of pentacostal preachers. "He's my best friend," they each told me. One grew up to be a lawyer, and one grew up to be a preacher. I asked the preacher to tell me about his church. When I hear pentacostal I think...<p>We were sitting at a long table at a brew pub, playing pub trivia.&nbsp; The fellow beside me jovial, bow-tied, changing his beer order each time the waitress came by to check on us.&nbsp; The fellow beside him baby-faced, quick with high fives, leaning across bow-tie-guy to talk to me. Turns out they grew up together, both sons of pentacostal preachers.&nbsp; &quot;He's my best friend,&quot; they each told me.&nbsp; One grew up to be a lawyer, and one grew up to be a preacher.&nbsp; </p>
<p>I asked the preacher to tell me about his church.&nbsp; When I hear pentacostal I think preaching in tongues -- is that an accurate association?&nbsp; He danced around it.&nbsp; We call it being moved by the spirit, but it doesn't happen in our church so much as in other churches.&nbsp; We're a church for seekers, we get a lot of people who were raised catholic or from other denominations.&nbsp; They're a little bit more staid.&nbsp; The lawyer listened and made faces, pursing his lips here and there, raising his eyebrows, nodding, tilting his head as the preacher explained his faith to me.&nbsp; I asked the lawyer if he believes anymore.&nbsp; &quot;I don't know,&quot; he said.&nbsp; &quot;I don't think so.&nbsp; I'm not sure.&quot;&nbsp; His friend, the preacher, looked on.&nbsp; Do you believe in the divinity of Christ? I asked.&nbsp; &quot;Man, you go right to the quick, don't you?&quot;&nbsp; He said, &quot;I'm not sure.&nbsp; I'm really not sure.&nbsp; I don't think I do.&quot;&nbsp; The preacher shook his head, listening in.&nbsp; &quot;I believe in loving your neighbor as yourself.&nbsp; If there's any god, that's the way I would believe.&nbsp; I try to do that.&quot;&nbsp; I asked the preacher, &quot;Is that enough?&nbsp; Is he a Christian, if he emulates Christ in the way he lives but he does not believe?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;Absolutely not, the preacher said.&nbsp; </p>
<p>I sat back and listened to the two of them pushing and pulling.&nbsp; Maybe it was just my ears, but their southern accents seemed to deepen when they were quoting scripture at one another, a thickened tapestry of sounds that occasionally left me completely behind.&nbsp; The fellows across the table, who had been talking about mountain biking, looked up and raised their eyebrows at the two preachers' sons, debating what it means to be saved.&nbsp; </p>Personal / MiscSherry2006-12-13T10:38:12-05:00